One day I will be gone. Like everyone else. My nanny, who is my aunt, died three years ago. I haven't grieved. Maybe I am emotionally dead. Or maybe not. I discovered some of my mother's Nepal chili seedlings dead. Don’t know why. Death is so unpredictable. And because of death, our lives do not have any purpose or meaning. Death renders our lives insignificant.
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